The goddess's breathing was ragged, her chest rising and falling with effort. The roots around her seemed to hesitate, as if the very domain of the forest no longer recognized her as its mistress. But even fallen, covered in blood and dust, she kept her eyes fixed on Strax with a flicker of pride.
He crouched beside her, his eyes still glowing a fierce red, like embers on the verge of consuming everything.
"You talked about hunting," he said, his voice low, hoarse, laced with restrained venom. "And judging by the theatrical flair... you must be Artemis, right?"
She remained silent.
"Are you siding with that son of a bitch Zeus?"
Still nothing. A trickle of blood slid from the corner of her mouth, but she kept her head held high, her eyes shining with silent disdain.
